Being a bee

Have you every heard the expression "busy as a bee"? well that is me! I just can't seem to figure out what the heck is going on here at my ranch. If it wasn't the water in the hole, then it was the growing of the green stuff all over the yard. mow, mow, mow and mow some more. Yet wait there is more! I actually have to work, the time is at hand and I must be about my business of seeing old and new alike, keeping and getting, smiling and hand shaking. Trying to find the time to study and get ready for the lessons in Exodus I teach on Wednesday Evenings, and still I must work, get out there, see those people, drive the miles and pay the pump! Oh how I pay the pump! The pump just loves me, it see me coming and smiles big, give me you credit card please, I want to see how much I can charge today. What fun it is to be about the day, enjoying the scene along the way. Helping people, fixing problems, love it, man! that is my calling! and then the best of the best, I make the time, I take the time, I force myself to endure the hardship of getting out on the golf course, HA! what a blast this last week, My dear wife came with me to ride around and enjoy the great outdoors on a wonderful sunny day. My ole friend, may be done, his golfing days may have ended, the last time out a week ago, it was not a pretty sight, he was exhausted and beat, could not hit the ball much more the a few yards at a time, sadness to see, his wife is in hard times, and is not sure what she can do. But because of that Patty was able to ride along, it was a great day being together and getting to golf as well. But I am running and running to get it all in, and I have other things I still need to do, decide what do about the carpet, pull it up, leave it down, rented a rug shampoo thing the other day, and did the whole area, three rooms, and still at times a scent reaches the nostrils, not sure what to do, but I have no office as yet to work in and use the kitchen table, a mess everywhere, I feel like a displaced person, out of sorts I think is the finally offering of my feelings, it is taking a toll, I believe that may be what has been getting to me. Every time I need to print I have to run down with the laptop and sit on a chair in the middle of an empty space, with a printer on a tv tray. just out of sorts. Don't feel like my space is my space. Have to decide what to do. Live with the bumpy carpet, call in a guy to re-stretch and re-tack it back down, pull it up, put tile down, even carpet tiles, I just can;t decide, have to work and study and teach and preach and golf, my railroad room is a mess, I did get the storage room all cleaned up and in some resemblance of order, but not my railroad, and will I ever get to that?
So much going on, and wanting to spend time with the girls, I guess I am just as busy as a bee, the bed feels so good at the end of each day. Hurray! Now I lay me down to sleep, I pray the Lord my soul to keep, If I should die before I wake I pray the Lord my soul to take.